I wouldn't normally get all that excited about a candy bar. But this one came from my daughter, my dear nine year old Mouse. She gets no allowance, earning what little bit of money she gets by shoveling the drive way and cleaning the whole restroom. And her parents are cheap. We do not even pay minimum wage.

Over the last couple of months, she has managed to scrape together a few dollars, one of which she spent on me. For my birthday present.

No one told her to.

No one even made arrangements to take her to the store.

No one made any suggestion that anyone should purchase me a present for any purpose.

But she has been pestering her father for days to take her to the store so that she could get my present. In fact, she wanted to go to the gas station where she knows my favorite candy bar is sold. Unfortunately, she had to settle for second-best.

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"A very nearly tea," as Milne describes it, "is one you have and forget about afterward." Pour yourself a cup and enjoy these snippets of my day I want to hold on to before they are forgotten amidst the busyness of homeschooling five children while moving to the country.